ALONE...

ALONE...

At the time of night, when he goes to bed.
Walls of his pupil feel something wet.
His throat doesn't stay normal, it turns a bit heavy.
His heartbeats ain't rhythmic, they turn slightly wavy.
In the light of darkness, he does moan.
But he still lives to be ALONE.


At this hour, he realises his sins.
Also he found that he had fake kins.
The pals he had lost, appear before his eyes.
Everyone dies once, but he daily dies.
Is that the harvest of what he had sown.
But he still lives to be ALONE.


At this time, the moon also irritates him.
He's upset n it watches the entire film.
This makes him to force his teeth tight.
And at this very moment, it appears more bright.
He feels as if moonlight is twisting his bone.
But he still lives to be ALONE.


After getting in bed, he stares at the ceiling.
A thoughtless thinking, he gets such a weird feeling.
Night hours he passed by being a bat.
He keep on taking turns from this side to that.
From such lonely situations, his heart has got prone.
But he still lives to be ALONE.


At the time when he would be in deep sleep.
Even then the control over his feelings he can't keep.
In his dreams, he see the pals who weren't pure.
He won't have a sound nap - they make this sure.
In morning the effect of the same can be seen in his tone.
But still all he wants is to be ALONE...

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